[ Circe's interest suddenly sharpens as she sees Alphonse transform something. This is the first time she's ever, in her whole life, seen someone else mimic her own abilities. Even here, she hasn't run across it before. ]
Are those permanent? [ she asks, when there is an opportune moment, not the type to rudely cut in. Circe is dressed practically, in sensible boots and a long skirt and sweater, a blue scarf tied around her hair as a headband. ] I can tell they are not an illusion, but I have never seen something transformed that way.
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Are those permanent? [ she asks, when there is an opportune moment, not the type to rudely cut in. Circe is dressed practically, in sensible boots and a long skirt and sweater, a blue scarf tied around her hair as a headband. ] I can tell they are not an illusion, but I have never seen something transformed that way.